The two fists slammed together, and a wave erupted from the middle, and the entire courtyard of the Secret Service Bureau trembled. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Auntie Sun, who was sweeping the floor, waved her broom lightly, and the strong wind that swept out was suddenly pulled, circled around her broom, and then was led vertically into the sky.

The wave rushed straight upwards, blowing a hole in the clouds in the sky. The old man Li who was guarding the door pressed the teacup in his hand to the table gently, and the thunderous noise suddenly disappeared.

Shen Lin and the big man's body took a step back at the same time, and the big man's face showed a look mixed with tyranny and excitement, and he said loudly: "Come again!" ”

He struck with both fists, the golden light suddenly exploded, the entire fist surface flashed with colorful veins, and the momentum of the whole person was like a wave pressing over, and the big man stepped forward and raised his fist to hit the second punch.

This punch was a blow from all his strength, only to hear a shout from inside the building: "Senior Brother Wen!" Beat this kid up! ”

But the next moment, the big man's fist that had been raised froze, and his eyes widened, staring directly at a small black scythe suspended around his neck.

The little scythe ignored his body-protecting true qi, trembling slightly, and with each tremble, the golden light on his body shredded repeatedly like cutting paper, and the sharp blade touched his skin, stabbing him painfully.

If he moved again, the little scythe would pierce his neck.

Shen Lin stood quietly, expressionless.

Dahan showed a trace of ruthlessness on his face, took a step forward, and said loudly: "I don't believe that you dare to kill me!" ”

The little scythe stabbed into his neck with a snort, and blood suddenly flowed out, and the big man's whole body trembled, and he didn't dare to move again.

He clearly felt that the blade was less than two millimeters away from his carotid artery.

Although here, even if the carotid artery is cut, it doesn't matter, there are naturally masters who can treat it, but Shen Lin has already shown his attitude.

Dahan still had an angry face, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

At this moment, a majestic voice in the building sounded: "Wen Benlei, usually so bullish, do you still think you are amazing?" Get me in. Shen Lin, don't be arrogant, come in with your knife and I'll see. ”

Shen Lin's heart moved, and the soul hooking knife flew back and entered the green jade gourd.

Wen Benlei glanced at Shen Lin fiercely, didn't wipe the blood on his neck, turned around and strode into the building.

But Shen Lin could see it clearly, under the other party's fierce eyes, there was a touch of unconcealed appreciation, which was a kind of excitement when he met the opponent.

Entering the building, a large group of people gathered in the center of the hall, including Taoist priests, monks, nuns, and some young people who were dressed in casual clothes but still had an otherworldly temperament.

These people looked at Shen Lin with different eyes, some were curious, some were scrutinized, some were admired, and some were undisguised hostility.

Lang Tianhe took Shen Lin to the director's office on the third floor, and after entering, there were seven or eight people standing inside.

The leader was an old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a cyan Tang suit, his expression was not angry and arrogant, when he looked at Shen Lin, just a glance, Shen Lin felt that he had been seen through.

This old man's cultivation is unfathomable, and his eyes are full of wisdom, like a whirlpool in the deep sea.

There was a stout middle-aged man standing next to the old man, slightly shorter than the "big bear" just now, and his body was also a little thinner, but Shen Lin could feel the terrifying power contained in the other party's body, it was a kind of fierce to the extreme, almost irresistible aura.

The man's expression was very gentle, he smiled at Shen Lin and nodded slightly.

Shen Lin guessed in his heart, could this person be Hu Xiuge's uncle, the deputy director of the Special Affairs Bureau?

Next to the sturdy man, there was an old monk with kind eyebrows, wearing a robe, with a gentle face, looking at everyone who was smiling, Shen Lin glanced at him, and unconsciously had a cordial feeling in his heart.

Jiang Huarong stood aside with his head down, silent and silent.

There are also three people, one monk and one layman, the monk wears a crown on his head and holds a bowl in his hand, which is different from the monk with kind eyebrows, his expression is resolute, his appearance is cold, and he looks a little vicious.

But his eyes were calm, looking at Shen Lin's gaze full of scrutiny.

The Taoist priest squinted, and even though he was hiding his emotions, Shen Lin felt an irrepressible anger and hostility.

In the end, the man was wearing an ordinary casual suit, holding a pair of walnuts in his hand, although Shen Lin didn't understand, but the pair of walnuts was crystal clear, the size was the same, it was like a pair of jade, it was conceivable that this was the best of the best, and it might be a pair of magic weapons.

Lang Tianhe bowed to the old man led by him and said, "Director Jiang, Shen Lin has brought it." ”

The old man nodded and said, "You go out." ”

Lang Tianhe bowed away and gently closed the door.

Director Jiang stood up, pointed to the sturdy man beside him and said, "Let me introduce you, this is Hu Kaishan, deputy director of our Special Affairs Bureau, who was born in the Xuanyi Sect. ”

"This is the deputy director of the Benguang Master, who was born in the Liuli Sect."

The kind-eyed old monk clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddha name.

"This is Sun Tingjun, the director of the Fifth Division, and he is the backbone cultivated by my Special Affairs Bureau."

The man with the walnut stretched out his hand towards Shen Lin and smiled, "Hello, welcome to join the Special Affairs Bureau." ”

Shen Lin shook his hand and said, "Thank you." ”

The old man pointed to the monk with a stern expression: "The director of the second division is often the master, and the master of the Tiantai Sect is a master. ”

Master Chang Zai folded his hands and nodded slightly.

Finally, the old man pointed to the Taoist priest who was hostile to Shen Lin: "Xuan Jizi, Director of the Sixth Division, Elder of the Jindanmen. ”

"Okay, everyone knows each other, let's sit down."

Hearing the old man's words, everyone walked to the sofa and sat down, only Shen Lin and Jiang Huarong stood in the middle.

The old man said: "Shen Lin, I have already heard Jiang Huarong say about the matter of Yunkong Mountain, you can see if there is anything missing." ”

As the words fell, Shen Lin suddenly received a message in his senses, it was a complete picture, there were many people standing in this office, Jiang Huarong was telling what happened that day, the sound and the picture were vivid, as if in front of him.

Jiang Huarong said very clearly, it was indeed like what he said that day, there was nothing to hide, the cause, the process, and what the two sides said, without adding oil and vinegar.

It took Shen Lin a full five minutes to digest this information, and he was a little surprised in his heart, what kind of method was this so magical.

Deputy Director Hu Kaishan saw Shen Lin's doubts and said with a smile: "When you cultivate to the Seven Realms, you will be able to use your divine sense to transmit thoughts, commonly known as 'divine thoughts', and this is the method used by the director." ”

Shen Lin nodded and said, "What is not omitted, it is all facts." ”

"Okay, I'll ask you a few questions, can you answer them truthfully?" The old man looked at Shen Lindao.

"Okay."

"Are you really not at Transfiguration?"

"Yes."

The old man nodded: "Not lying, the second question, did you want to kill Bian Yuanliang from the beginning?" I've heard that you've had skirmishes, some verbal battles. ”

Shen Lin shook his head: "Never, those are nothing, and I can't want to kill people because of this." ”

"Tell you the truth."

Every time Shen Lin answered, the old man would comment on whether it was true or not, as if he had mind reading skills, and the expressions of the people around him were also taken for granted, as if what the old man said was the truth.

Shen Lin was a little nervous in his heart.

If he asked himself some questions related to Shenxiao, how would he answer them? (To be continued.) )